No One's P.O.V
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before glaring at the Norwegian, "Really? You fucking brat." he hissed as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.
Tord let out a chuckle, "First you call me a kid. Now call me a brat? What's next? Baby?" the younger cooed earning a low groan from Tom.
Tom shook his head, "Whatever brat." Tom finished before walking away in a fast pace. Tord smirked as he trails slowly behind the older again.
"You know we still aren't done with something!" Tord shouted eyeing Tom like an animal. He has noticed how Tom's booty was now much more perked up than before.
Tom let out a groan, "If it's about the kick, You deserve it." he spat walking away in a more quickened pace.
Tord chuckled lowly from Tom's sass. He loves it so much,
"You know you gotta apologize to my car for that. She's an expensive car." Tord shouted as he sped up his engine to catch up to the brit.
"This is conversation is really childish. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour from you, Brat." Tom hissed as he turned around to Tord and point at him with a glare.
But Tord found it quite cute than threatening, "Aww, Is Grandpa having a bad day?" he teased.
Tom let out a gruff, "Yes, actually, I am having a bad day because my fiance is no where to be seen and I could not contact him!" Tom spat making the Norwegian instantly shut his mouth.
Tord felt the pang in his heart again, "ignore it." he mumbled to himself before smirking at Tom again.
"You know Grandpa, I feel so bad for you." he teased, forcing a smirk on his face.
Tom chuckled, "Says the one who got their ass burned by their sister from lying." Tom spat as he continues to walk again.
Tord smirk then disappeared, "Earlier was a disaster I know. But Tafira and I talked things out already."
Tom had his back turned to Tord so he couldn't see how Tord's expression change.
"That's nice. Does this mean the dinner date is cancelled and that I don't have to pretend to be in love with you anymore?" Tom spat.
"Because I'm cool with that. That means I don't have to lie to Zion anymore."
There was silence between the two of them. Tom couldn't even feel someone trailing behind him anymore. He paused and turned to the car.
He saw how Tord had his car parked on the far side of the road. But there was no one inside.
Tom narrowed his eyes as he turns his head left to right. There was no sign of Tord.
"Weird. Where did he go?" Tom murmured to himself as he starts walking again. He thought to himself if he was hallucinating or not. But it was too real to be possible...
Tom pauses as he turns to where the car was parked again. It was still there. That's when Tom realised that it was already dark.. The sky was already a dark pale blue mixed with red and orange.
It gave him chills when he realised that there where little to no more people around him.
Then Tom was suddenly reminded of his Fiance and his work.
"Fuck.. I have to hurry." Tom mumbled before running off. He hurriedly reach for his phone in his pocket to call Mark while not looking at what's in front of him.
Tom was about to pull his phone out from his pocket when suddenly something blocked his way. It had a familiar scent to it so he figured it was a person.
Tom stumbled backwards as he held the bridge of his nose, rubbing it gently to ease the pain. Tom rise his hand up in apology,
"I'm so sorry.. I wasn't looking at where I was going.." Tom's words faded out when he saw who the person was.
Looking down at him with a disappointed yet sad expression. Tall and scary as well..
"Tord?" Tom called out before he was carried up and was placed on Tord's broad shoulder.
"Hey! What the fuck?! You brat! What are you doing!!" Tom yelled as he started struggling his way out of Tord's hold. He let out a small whine when he felt Tord's grip tighten on his waist.
He stopped struggling, "Tord.. What the fuck.." he whimpered. Tord was not listening to him and just continued walking to the car.
Deciding that it was useless to fight back, Tom let the Norwegian take him to wherever he was taking him. He just hoped that Tord would loose his grip on his waist a little.
"Tord?" Tom called out again before he was shoved onto the passenger seat. Tord shuts the car door before walking to the driver's seat. Sitting on it in an angry matter.
Tom watches the younger silently as Tord shuts the car door and starts the engine. Tom thought that Tord's expression was again.. Unreadable...
It was scaring him.
Tord was once or twice like this... Tom thought that it was absolutely scary..
"Commie, I swear! Nothing happened between me and Eduardo! He's just my best friend for Jehovah's sak--" Tom was cut off when Tord carried him up and placed him on his shoulder.
"We're going home." The Norwegian demanded before stomping out of the bar. Tom just watches how Eduardo was about to run to him but was stopped by Matt who was looking at Tom with a worried expression.
Tom mouthed a small 'sorry' before he was taken out by his boyfriend.
Tom crossed his arms, "What the hell's wrong with you!--"
"I don't like it when you hangout with them, Jehovah." Tord growled as he fastened his pace to the parking lot.
"What's wrong with me hanging out with my best friends?!"
"You guys drink in a fucking bar?! Are you out of your mind Jehovah?!" Tord was starting to rise his voice.
"I-- I am already 24! I'm even older that you! So why am I not allowed to drin--" Tom was cut off when he was shoved in the backseat of Tord's car.
"I forbid you to!" Tord spat before closing the door and walking over to the driver's seat.
"Jehovah, I can't let anything happen to you." he said before shutting the door and starting the car engine.
"Commie I'm with my BEST FRIENDS! what the hell's wrong with that!?" Tom shouted,
Tord turned to look at Tom, "YOU KISSED THAT ASSHOLE ON THE CHEEK!" he spat, pointing at his cheek.
"IT WAS ONLY A FRIENDLY KISS! WHAT THE FUCK COMMIE!"
"YOU ARE NOT TO GO OUT WITH THEM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION NEXT TIME."
"What are you? My Mom?"
"I couldn't even kiss you on your lips then you let your best friend kiss you on your cheek?" Tord murmured earning a gasp from Tom.
"COMMIE! OH MY JEHOVAH!" Tom yelled as a blush spread across his cheeks.
Tom glaced silently at Tord as he slowly scotches away from Tord. He averted his eyes, feeling nervous whenever he feels Tord's eyes on him.
Tom didn't know where Tord was taking him. But he was too afraid to ask..
"Thomas." Tord called out so suddenly that it made the brit jolt up a bit.
Tom turned to Tord slowly, "What?"
"When you're with me..." Tord started as his words slowly trailed off. Tom was listening very carefully as he tried to pry off his gaze from the Norwegian.
Tord was showing an expression of.. Sadness and hurt. Tom couldn't even understand why.
"When I'm with you... What?" Tom asked as he felt a hand on top of his. Caressing his hand gently.
"When you're with me.."
Tord stepped on the breaks when the traffic light up above them turned red. Tom looked up to the sky before he froze on his spot,
"Can you stop mentioning about your fiance's name?" Tord asked making the Brit turn to him in a confused expression.
Their eyes were glued to each other as Tord pointed to his chest as he whispered,
"It's still hurting here..."